This morning as my son left the house for the last time he left me a poem; it reads:

The deeds of a mom go on and on. The love of a mom is higher than any cloud. It sticks to everything in your life and never fades; the deeds of a mom go on and on.

It’s not a nine to five hobby. It’s always there; it’s always inside. If you realize it or not, she wears her love on her sleeve. It is there, on the outside. The love she shows is amazing, there is strangely always a little more of it inside of her, waiting for that time you come home not feeling well, or the moment she says goodbye to you in your empty room. It’s bigger than any emotion in her body. It fills her day with the gift and honor of loving you. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do, and there’s nothing she hasn’t done. 

That’s what I realize. That’s my mom.

I love you mom……………

Yes, I am sad he is leaving but I am so filled with his love that I think that will carry me through this difficult time in my life.

I love you son..............